September 8, 2015
I choose the road less travelled.
Before driving the popular route that heads east along the south coast of Iceland, I decide to drive north from Reykjavik to the Snaefells Peninsula – a road less traveled.
Snaefells is a long, narrow peninsula that pokes out into the Atlantic Ocean. I encounter misty rain, ubiquitous fog, incessant, overpowering wind, and a raucous surf that seems determined to smash (and has already smashed) the jagged, black volcanic cliffs that disappear below the waves. What can I expect out in the middle of the ocean?